Paris Changed Us - Larry Stylinson

Chapter 6

Chapter Notes

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During the remaining time of their "chill out" hour, Harry had stuck in his earphones to drown out the unbearably awkward silence between he and Louis. Louis was quietly reading, completely enthralled in the book, and it was too cute, and Harry was trying desperately not to be that weirdo who watches people read. By the time he saw Louis slotting a bookmark between the pages and setting the novel down onto his bedside table, Harry checked the time to see that it was five minutes to twelve that afternoon. He was enjoying relaxing on his luxuriously comfortable bed, with his music blasting into his ears, and Louis sat not too far away on his own bed. Sure, it was hugely awkward if you took note of the tense silence, but calming all the same.

Harry pulled his earphones out and wrapped them around his phone, tucking it away into the pocket of his jeans as he stood up.

"Time really flies, huh?" He chuckled

He glanced over at Louis, where he was rearranging the things on his bedside table. He didn't even acknowledge that Harry spoken at all, nor did he look at him, and Harry knew that he had heard but he had obviously chosen to ignore it. Perhaps he thought Harry was mocking him, as he apparently always did with his friends.

"We better head down," Harry continued on anyway, even if he was talking to himself, "Everyone will be going down there now."

This time, Louis hummed in agreement, a dull, lifeless hum that seemed forced out of politeness. Harry headed to the door first, while Louis scooped up their room key from where Harry had chucked it down onto their desk. Harry opened up the door and lingered outside, knowing he wanted to wait for Louis, and Louis gave him a strange look as he shut the automatically locking door.

"What?" Harry queried, the look confusing him.

"Just wondering why you're waiting for me." Louis mused with a raise of his eyebrows, sticking the key into his front pocket as they began a slow stroll along the corridor.

"Because it's polite to." Harry informed him with a smile. "We are roommates, after all."

The door to Gigi and Kendall's room flew open as Harry and Louis walked past it, and Harry could sense how much Louis tensed and immediately sped up, away from Harry. It upset Harry really, how Louis felt he couldn't even be seen with Harry because he'd be an embarrassment to him.

Kendall immediately caught on, cackling out a laugh. "Were you walking with Louis, babe?"

"Yeah. So?" Harry defended, looking over at where Louis was stepping into the lift with a few more students, the doors swiftly shutting.

"Why?" Gigi laughed, as she, Harry and Kendall approached the lift in the distance of the corridor.

"Because... he's my roommate." Harry slowly stated, confused as to why it was such a big deal.

"Whatever, I just don't want him turning you weird or anything." Kendall snorted, hooking her arm around Harry's and gripping onto his muscular bicep. "Don't let his weirdness corrupt you, Haz."

Harry bit his tongue, knowing that if he didn't he would blurt out how Louis wasn't weird at all, just misunderstood. Just because he was shy, it didn't make him weird.

While they were in the lift, heading down to the ground floor, the thought hit Harry that he would also be working in a pair with Louis for their poetry project; it didn't just stop at roommates. He kind of liked it, even though Louis acted so indifferent towards him, and Harry's friends hated the guy. It just seemed a lot like Louis was a closed book, someone who you had to get to know before really judging them by the way they come across.